Friday, August 11, 2017

Cover to Ghostly Interlude

Can I call this a cover reveal if I’ve already revealed it
to my newsletter subscribers?

Not that that many subscribers have SEEN the cover. They
would have had to open the newsletter to do that.

So, whether or not this is a “reveal,” I am now sharing the
cover to Ghostly Interlude.

Isn't it pretty? I don’t have a release date yet. I’m not comfortable setting
that date until I get the book back from my editor. Once I get more comfortable
that it’s close to being finished, I’ll put the book up for presale. I’ve never
done that before, so it’ll be interesting to see if it does any good. It
certainly can’t hurt. Right?

So, for some more blatant self-promo, here’s the blurb:

Maggie Russell—legal assistant by
day, horror writer by night—gets the scare of her life when she wakes up in a
strange café without any idea of how she got there. But if she tells anyone
about her sleepwalking escapades, she could lose her grandmother’s house, and
she’d fought so hard to keep it.

Dean Parker is a private
investigator whose office is next door to Maggie’s law firm. He’s been eyeing
the pretty brunette ever since she started working there, but getting involved
with anyone isn’t in his game plan. When he finds out she’s been having
sleeping problems, he suspects her money-grubbing cousin is involved. Instead,
he discovers something worse: a ghost is living with Maggie and it appears
another may be possessing her.

Dean is determined to help Maggie
rid her home of the uninvited guests. He just never figured his attraction to
her would be reciprocated. Keeping his distance is no longer an option, though.
If he fails, Maggie could very well be possessed forever.

And if the blurb’s not enough, here’s the UNEDITED beginning
of Ghostly Interlude:

Something poked Maggie in
her shoulder and she swatted it away. Time to have a serious talk with her
cousin about boundaries and if that didn’t work, she would finally install a
lock on her bedroom door.

“Ma’am, wake up. You have to
go.”

Ma’am? That didn’t sound
like Erica because, well, Erica wasn’t a guy. So what was a guy doing in her
bedroom? Maggie bolted upright and blinked as the bright room came into focus.
Better question: Where was her bedroom?

Keep calm. Keep calm. You’ve just been sleep walking.
Again.

The mantra did nothing to
keep her heart from racing. Probably because every other time it had happened
she’d woken up at home. Not at some strange café.

Dirty dishes littered the
table before her. God. She was eating in her sleep now? Should she be thankful
she wasn’t wearing her pajamas? She apparently had the sleep-sense to put on a
sweater and jeans.

The person who’d poked her
was actually a waiter, and a young one at that. He couldn’t be more than
twenty. “Here’s the check. I have to close up.”

“What day is it?”

“It’s seven. We’re closing.”

She grabbed his arm. “Not
time. Day. Day!”

His eyes widened and he
shrugged free. “Sunday?”

“Sunday?” No. No-no-no. That
couldn’t be. She’d lost two days. Two freakin’ days! Who slept-walked for two
days?

So… if you made it this far, how did you like the cover? How about the excerpt?
Intriguing enough to read more? I sure hope so!

About Me

After years of wondering if I would ever have a passion in life (besides loving my husband), I finally found it. Writing!
Maybe I should have realized it back in High School when I loved all my English classes. So what do I major in College? Accounting. Go figure. Well, I've shucked the accounting job and now I'm published through Lyrical Press, an imprint of Kensington Publishing. Couldn't be happier.
Check out my website at www.stacymckitrick.com